Demons, the rejects of this world, don't care about themselves, others, or everything.
After traveling through thousands of years, my character is still cold and arrogant
Try to believe, try to love
But this world still hurts me
No more nostalgia, leaving is my only choice
However, the devil's heart has begun to sprout
Yes, the devil was defeated, defeated by those fools
Inadvertently, the devil's heart has been stolen by fools
The devil can't bear to give up this hard-won emotion
So, there was Zhentian's promise
"Whether we live or die, let's go wandering together"